Charles Xavier

Things had been going so well, Charles was…well he was comfortable. The group was warming up to him and Charles found himself talking more, contributing wherever he could and overall jsut…happier.

However, things weren’t all good, he’d noticed strange behavior from one member in particular, Carl. The boy was isolating himself, complaining of headaches and Charles knew it wasn’t simply puberty like the others assumed. The signs were all too familiar, he’d practically raised kids jsut like him. He would have to make time for Carl, pull him aside and simply be honest with him.

Charles has yet to actually talk to him and as he lay in bed with Daryl he planned to do so the next day. It was time to show the boy what he was, it could very well help the survival of the group. Suddenly though Charles was startled from his thoughts by a loud screeching. He wasn’t as quick as Daryl to get up, having to untangle himself from the bedding before quickly moving to follow out of the cell. On his way out he passed Carl, giving him a reassuring smile before asking him to stay with his sister, to protect her. Though really he was jsut as worried about the boy.

Once outside as the search came to an end, Charles froze. His eyes went wide, he could feel his heart beat picking up and suddenly it felt as though all the air in the world was gone and he couldn’t breath. Shakily he stepped closer to the fencing, not caring what those around him must have thought. He couldn’t speak, for once in his life his mind fell silent. Fear overwhelmed him, fear for the group he’d come to care about and just what situation he had put them in.

The woods past the broken fence was silent. No signs of a truck rattling off after slamming its way through. No signs of explosion, flames or scorched earth.

“It…” Daryl started, and broke off as Charles slipped into view. Stepping past him and straight toward the danger. It wasn’t like Charles at all, usually so skittish, and Daryl fought the impulse to catch his arm, settling for trailing after.

“…Coulda fallen in, rusted,” he offered out. He sounded doubtful, even to himself. Forget that they’d all patrolled these fences a hundred times. What would a prison be doing with a fence on the edge of rusting?

Rick’s skeptical hum told Daryl his thoughts were heading along the same lines. But if that was all true –– no rusting, no explosion, no vehicles knocking it down –– then what the hell could’ve done this?

Daryl’s gaze traveled past the warped metal and into the darkness, the beam of his flashlight sweeping the forest’s edge. Nothing, nothing–– and then, all at once, eyes, and deja vu hitting hard enough to knock the air from him. Eyes in the trees past the fences, Charles standing stock still next to him. This, right here… this was the same spot they’d seen that asshole ex lurking a week ago.

Daryl’s lips parted, a question on the edge of his thoughts, but then Rick was hissing “shit, Walkers,” and Daryl realized the eyes he was seeing now were milky and glazed over. More than one pair, too. Shit. At least half a dozen swarming toward the break in the fence, snarling.

As the walkers shambled forward a twig snapped under foot and the world began spinning once again. His lungs suddenly filled with air, heart beating so loud he could hear it in his ears and feel the cold sweat on his skin. Confused, he stumbled back a few steps, glancing over at Daryl. He’d said something earlier and finally it had just begun to process. “B-Back up, right.” He nodded, doing just that but also not leaving. He wasn’t worried about the dead, Daryl and Rick would take care of those, he was more worried about the unlikely scenario that Erik would appear. He wouldn’t, likely watching the chaos he caused from afar.

Charles knew this was it, he had to tell Daryl everything. What he was, what Erik was, their past exactly, the school, all of it. The thought terrified him and he knew they’d likely kick him out for their safety, but he had to tell Daryl.

“He could’ve been.” Charles wasn’t going to deny it, he didn’t know what erik was up to, for all they knew he could be with Woodbury. He wouldn’t put it passed the man.

“We can’t really be sure, but…he did look like he might be back.” And Charles wanted so badly to tell them to stay away from him, Erik was dangerous. However, he couldn’t bring himself to admit to the group that he knew who it had been. They wouldn’t trust him ever if they found out, but Charles knew how dangerous erik could be. They couldn’t jsut shoot him on sight, it would miss most likely.

“I just thought it would be good for everyone to keep an eye out for anyone else that looked to scoping the place out or anything like that.” It was the best warning he could give right now.

Daryl watched Rick’s eyes going between them, him and Charles. Assessing, trying to read what might not be being spoken. Daryl just shrugged. Charles had said the others wouldn’t be Erik’s target, and Daryl trusted that. It didn’t make them safe, not by a long shot. But it made this Charles’ problem before anything else.

And… fuck Daryl, he trusted Charles. Even with the safety of the others.

“Right. Well… thanks for the warning,” Rick said, finally. His tone was earnest, but there was a weight to it. He knew something seemed off, but for now he was willing to trust Charles, too.

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A week passed, quiet. No more mysterious exes, no signs of Woodbury. Hell, not even Merle and the group Daryl’d been running with. It was… nice. The others were warming up to Charles more and more, letting Daryl feel less split between his family and his… his Charles.

The only thing darkening their days at all was Carl, the kid seeming downcast and withdrawn in a way Daryl hadn’t noticed when he’d first come back. Muttering about headaches, avoiding people’s gazes and locking himself away in his cell when he could get away with it. Puberty, the others murmured, or sometimes murmured missing his mom, and more or less let him be.

Eight days of quiet, ‘til the sound of screaming had Daryl wrenching awake in the middle of the night, untangling himself from Charles and grabbing his crossbow before he’d fully registered what he was hearing. It was screaming but it was wrong somehow, grating and too damn loud. He was out of the cell, half-naked and barefoot, and Rick was tripping out of his a second later. Rick met his eyes, Daryl shook his head. No damn clue. The sound wasn’t coming from the cell block.

The others were poking their heads out too now, some armed, looking cautious.

“Stay here,” Rick told them, but nodded for Daryl to follow, and they made their way out into the yard. The screaming had stopped, whatever the hell it was, and they couldn’t figure out the source of it. Like a damn pterodactyl, Daryl’d murmured, and Rick had snorted but hadn’t disagreed.

However, things weren’t all good, he’d noticed strange behavior from one member in particular, Carl. The boy was isolating himself, complaining of headaches and Charles knew it wasn’t simply puberty like the others assumed. The signs were all too familiar, he’d practically raised kids jsut like him. He would have to make time for Carl, pull him aside and simply be honest with him.

Charles has yet to actually talk to him and as he lay in bed with Daryl he planned to do so the next day. It was time to show the boy what he was, it could very well help the survival of the group. Suddenly though Charles was startled from his thoughts by a loud screeching. He wasn’t as quick as Daryl to get up, having to untangle himself from the bedding before quickly moving to follow out of the cell. On his way out he passed Carl, giving him a reassuring smile before asking him to stay with his sister, to protect her. Though really he was jsut as worried about the boy.

Semi-Selective Independant MCU/616 Based

Charles Xavier RP Blog

The day was normal, students going about their classes, honing their abilities to become the heroes Charles knee they could be. At least, it had started out that way.

Charles was sitting at his desk when suddenly he felt it, his students were frantic and as if on cue Hank burst into his office in an obvious panic. He wasn’t explaining well in his current but from what Charles could gather their was someone on the property, someone dangerous. After telling Hank to have the students retire to their rooms, classes cut short, he quickly headed out onto the grounds to see just who it was that had started the panic.

His pace was hurried, rushing into the surrounding woods. It didn’t take long to locate the intruder, sensing his mind’s presence. It cools be anyone, Erik Lensher wasn’t a possibility, the man wouldn’t hide in the woods like this. His mind was racing with the possibilities, but as he approached and found the mysterious figure Charles found himself floored by who he found.

The man, if he could be called that, was easily recognizable. After all, his face had been plastered over the news the passed few days, the leader of an earth invasion.

Though hesitant at first, Charles did approach, eyeing him cautiously. He was weakened, that much was obvious, probably badly hurt or god only knew what else.

There were many things Charles knew he should do, contact the avengers being one of them. However, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the heroes, though they had the public’s best interest at heart....he doubted they’d have the same compassion towards someone like this. Though these were worries for a later time, right now his only concern was the safety of his students and the health of this man.

“You’re on private property.” As he spoke Charles inched ever closer.

“Are you injured? We’ve got a doctor here, someone who can help you....Will you let me help you?”

In the pictures and stuff from the media, from shield. He first looked ill and his eyes were bright blue but later on somehow he looked better yet his eyes were still blue but from time to time, there would be green flecks in his eyes but nobody noticed. Sometimes he walked quietly stiffly and other times he didn’t, Clint was probably the one who got the closest to him while under the control.

Loki noticed him and internally groaned, he then shook his head as he felt something “Stay out of my head!”he hissed and glared at them before waving them off “I’ll be gone soon” He then rolled his eyes “Why would you want to help me?? I saw that flicker of recognition believe it or not so instead of trying to trick me so you can call them, why don’t you leave me alone”

Loki’s mind was broken like a million pieces trying to put themselves back together and it’s poorly done. He had been under the mind control as well and previously tortured by the chitauri and their true leader Thanos, he just took the fall pretty much because nobody would believe the God of Lies who had not be so stable before he disappeared from the Bifrost.

Despite the mans cold disposition towards the idea of his help, Charles knew Loki wasn’t in any condition to walk off the school grounds. For the safety of both his students and the injured man, it would be best to take him into the school until he figured out just what to do.

“I haven’t decided if turning you in is the best option. Not everyone on earth has a glowing opinion of the avengers or their methods. I don’t know why you’ve done what you have, but....I am a firm believer of second chances.” Erik Lensher had killed many when Erik met him and got a time Charles had been able to bring out the good in him, change his views. It hadn’t lasted, but it was proof enough for him that people were capable of change no matter what the circumstances.

“Right now what you need is a doctor, I doubt the authorities or the avengers would provide you with one. You don’t need to trust me, but you should know this is your best option. Not even the avengers can find you here.” Something that had been necessary to keep his students safe and out of the hands of people like Nick Fury.

Charles reached out his hand, hoping the other man would take it so he could help him up and into the school.

He then laughed weakly “Second chances, that’s a joke. I’ll be sent back to Asgard to either rot in the dungeons for the four thousand years till I go mad and die or I’ll be executed by the axe.” He then looked at him and said “Thor will not stop looking for me, the thunder will come and I’m not fond of what follows. Anyway Heimdall knows where I am probably because he sees all unless you have some sort of an enchantment hiding your school from sight.”

Loki looked at the hand and then back at Charles like he didn’t really trust him, how many times had he been stabbed in the back and such?? His lip was busted and he had bruising along with a cut on his temple that was healing on its own due to his seidr. “I don’t trust you and I doubt you trust me, God of Lies remember?? My word can’t be trusted.”

Even if this man had committed atrocities he didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like that or locked in a cage. He could only imagine what that could do to the mind, even that of a god. “Heimdal? Hmmm. Well, I assure you he won’t have an easy time locating you here. I house a multitude of...gifted students. All the technology and magic in this world and others has yet to find them. Besides, this school is a sanctuary of sorts, we’ve had our fair share of fending of fending for those in need.”

“Heimdall sees and hears everything in the 9 realms, the gatekeeper and protector of Asgard. Never been too fond of me either, he’ll tell the AllFather and I’ll be taken back to Asgard. He has the AllSight, I could use my seidr to hide my presence if I wanted too.” The most powerful sorcerer was reduced to this pathetic mess, Odin was probably laughing at him, finally having a reason to get rid of him.

Loki sneered “He’s not my brother and he’s oaf is what he is, an idiot and Asgard’s Golden boy. I have many names” he tried to shrug off the man and move away because he didn’t need help. “I don’t need your pity or your charity” he snapped at him. Loki laughed “I’m not redeemable, I’m a monster. You really should do more research, I could kill you if I wanted too, I could wipe out an entire city.” They treated him like a monster so he went along with it since nobody will believe him otherwise especially not Odin. Loki was certainly full of self loathing and self destructive tendencies among other things.

He knew Loki was dangerous, but so were many of those he employed as well as his students. Anyone could be dangerous if they wnated to be.

“Kill me now if you’d like, wipe out my school, my students, every living and innocent being within the area.” He wouldn’t, or at least Charles hoped he wouldn’t. “But until you’re so, I’m taking you inside. You need to see a doctor, or at least get a bit of rest. I can’t imagine laying on the ground like you were was very comfortable anyway. Once you’re healed up, if you’d still like to kill me then go ahead. But for now, you’re coming inside with me to rest.”

“You’re lucky I don’t want to and that Thor isn’t here because he’s really the type to fight first and ask questions later, he threw me out of the helicarrier when it was hundreds or thousands feet up in the air. He was so mad really and that stupid hammer of his, that’s pretty much the only thing that he uses.”

Loki then shrugged “My comfort usually at the top of things that people care about, I got smashed around by the hulk which felt lovely really among other things that had happened.” He managed to walk even though it was quite painful and he hid the limp or atleast tried too, his body was stiff yet guarded, his face was stoic and his emerald green eyes were hardened. “I’m only going because I want to, not because I don’t have any other choice and I can heal myself fine. I don’t need your help or midgardian ways of healing.”

“No doctor then, but I’d at least like to get you into a fresh set of clothing and a proper bed.” For the time being, his room would have to do as a space for Loki to reside in. Most rooms were taken or promised to incoming students.

The walk back wasn’t too far and Charles supported Loki as best he could. The students had been sent back to their rooms and the school was maitly quiet, Charles taking Loki to the faculty rooming and towards his room.

As the door swang open he spoke. “It isn’t much, but the room should be comfortable enough. If you’re hungry I can go and get you something to eat as well. The cooks we’ve employed aren’t too bad.” Quite good for school food.

“I’m not removing my clothes, they stay on, and your midgardian wear is very thing and easy torn off. I prefer wearing my own clothes” he had several layers plus armor on. His helmet was missing but he could use his seidr to bring it back if they haven’t done anything to it yet. Well once his seidr is back to him fully, he managed to keep them from using it with layer after layer of spell, he also prevented them from accessing most of his memories to protect Asgard and Mother.

“I’m not hungry or tired either” He wasn’t that stupid, if he survived this long then he could go on without any. The risk of poison or attack was too great in this unfamiliar place. Loki still didn’t really trust this man or his so called students.

“If you don’t wish to sleep or eat then I’ll keep you company for the time being.” With the schooling on hold he had a bit of free time to spare. Managing the school could be done by other faculty for the time being.

Of course, Charles understood why Loki didn’t want to sleep or eat. He didn’t feel safe, something Charles could understand. He was in a strange place on a planet he had just attacked.

“My students won’t harm you and I won’t either, but I do understand your hesitance.” He paused. “If at some point you’d like to try and rest today, I can stay here if it wouod make you any more comfortable. I don’t have any weapons and I truly mean you no harm so long as you refrain from harming my students and staff.” However, Charles doubted his spoken word would be all that convincing.

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to upset you.” Hesitantly, Charles sat up, keeping his expression calm and ignoring the glass beginning to cut into his skin. It was everywhere and Charles didn’t exactly have attire to withstand glass shards everywhere.

Despite the pain, Charles used his hands to push himself up, and in oke swift movement he propelled himself towards Loki, practically colliding into the man and placing his hand at the back base of his neck. “This won’t hurt, my friend. You yet calm down.” Usually Charles wouldn’t do something like this with someone so volatile and without permission, but drastic actions had to be taken to ensure the safety of his students.

“I’ve linked my mind to your own, you’ll now know everything crossing my mind, no matter the distance. If at anytime I make a move to hurt you or wish you any ill will, you will know.” Charles knew it wasn’t what the other had wanted, but in the moment it was all he could think to do.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help.” Ans Charles meant every word if it. Loki should at least be able to sense his sincerity with the connection. “I’ve no access to your mind, it is still your own. You’ve got all the access you’d like to mine, it and I am at your mercy.” Hopefully it would bring some sort of comfort.

Hesitantly, Charles once again began moving forward, knowing full well that Loki was more than capable of gravely injuring or killing him. Even so, he felt no fear of the man, only concern and want to help.

Now within arms reach, Charles moved carefully, placing his hand between the wall and Loki’s head, blood quickly beginning to trickle down the wall from the injuries on his hand. “I know you didn’t ask for this, I’m sorry. It will be undone in time, but I need you to know I truly mean no harm.”

“You’re right, I don’t know, but I’m trying to understand. No matter any of it, you don’t deserve death.” Everyone was redeemable in Charles eyes.

At the attempts to push him away, Charles simply released his grip, moving instead to sit beside the man. He wouldn’t give up so easily. Against the wall, next to Loki. He was close enough for their shoulders to be touching, bringing his own knees up and resting his head on them, facing towards the other man.

“why do you care so much?! I’m fine, my seidr will heal my wounds, go take care of yourself.” He had been through hell and back then used a scapegoat and pretty much roughed up along with killing people. He couldn’t be redeemed, he was done for really, his life was ruined, and there was no chance that he could turn around.

He then wiggles his fingers towards Charles and a green mist surrounded the telepath, the pain was fading away as the skin started to knit back together, glass expelling from his body as well but it made Loki weaker and he could barely stay awake. “You midgardians call it magic I believe.” His words were starting to slur and his head felt real heavy.

As the other dozed off, he watched, wondering jsut how he was going to get Loki over to the bed. It would be...difficult. Knowing he wasn’t strong enough to lift another person, Charles quietly got up and made his way over to the bed, grabbing a few pillows as well as the comforter and a few blankets. He then went over the Loki, clearing the glass away from around the man and making a bed in the floor, using the large comforter as a padding to lay on. He placed the pillows next before hesitantly beginning to maneuver Loki onto the blanket before covering him up with the rest of the lighter blankets.

Once that was done Charles began to quietly clean up the glass, knowing full well he’d have to get the windows fixed the next day. Luckily with the technology they had as well as the mutha by a, it wouldn’t take long at all.

Loki would jerk and twitch in his sleep, working up a cold sweat, moaning like he was in pain too. And it eventually got worse and worse that he could wake up the entire school with his screams. His body shaking but he wasn’t having a seizure or anything, it seemed to fully out of fear and when Charles tried to wake him up, he attacked the man, somehow managing to pin him to the ground with a knife in his hand to Charles’s throat.

“Loki, I’m not going to harm you.” He said softly, eyes not leaving the mans face. “I’m sorry if I startled you, you were having a nightmare.” Hopefully the other would calm, but Charles honestly couldn’t be too sure right now. He’d simply have to remain still and hope for the best.

Loki then groaned as his body started to ache to remind him of his injuries that he still had. His body started to cave in and shake like he was about to collapse on Charles, he was barely holding himself together with whatever strength he had left. Loki certainly wasn’t a threat because he was too distracted and Charles could grab the knife or make Loki out it down. “Bastard” he gasps and his hand jerked slightly like he wanted to grab at something.

Noticing just how bad a shape Loki seemed to be in, Charles quickly moved to grab the knife, tugging it from the others hand before tossing it aside. He wanted to be clear he wasn’t a threat.

“I’m not weak! I don’t need to rest!” He said before he let out another moan of pain, his arm quickly cradling his ribs and the other one was shaking so badly that he did in fact collapsed onto Charles, letting out a cry of pain as it jostled his injuries and possibly extending the damage of them. His hand then shot out next to Charles’s head as he attempted to push himself up again, not wanting to be so vulnerable around someone and he felt so sick to his stomach too. His breathing was currently labored and he looked absolutely exhausted.

“You aren’t a monster.” He said softly, hesitantly reaching an around around the other to rub his back. “You haven’t brought death or destruction here. I’m safe, my students and staff are safe. Mistakes don’t make you a monster, everyone’s done things they regret.” Charles has his own set of regrets.

“And needing rest doesn’t make you weak. Everyone needs to rest soemtimes, it doesn’t make them weak. You aren’t weak, you’re tired. You’ve been through a lot, things I’m sure I can’t even begin to imagine. It’s ok to need a break sometimes.”

The day was normal, students going about their classes, honing their abilities to become the heroes Charles knee they could be. At least, it had started out that way.

Charles was sitting at his desk when suddenly he felt it, his students were frantic and as if on cue Hank burst into his office in an obvious panic. He wasn’t explaining well in his current but from what Charles could gather their was someone on the property, someone dangerous. After telling Hank to have the students retire to their rooms, classes cut short, he quickly headed out onto the grounds to see just who it was that had started the panic.

His pace was hurried, rushing into the surrounding woods. It didn’t take long to locate the intruder, sensing his mind’s presence. It cools be anyone, Erik Lensher wasn’t a possibility, the man wouldn’t hide in the woods like this. His mind was racing with the possibilities, but as he approached and found the mysterious figure Charles found himself floored by who he found.

The man, if he could be called that, was easily recognizable. After all, his face had been plastered over the news the passed few days, the leader of an earth invasion.

Though hesitant at first, Charles did approach, eyeing him cautiously. He was weakened, that much was obvious, probably badly hurt or god only knew what else.

There were many things Charles knew he should do, contact the avengers being one of them. However, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the heroes, though they had the public’s best interest at heart....he doubted they’d have the same compassion towards someone like this. Though these were worries for a later time, right now his only concern was the safety of his students and the health of this man.

“You’re on private property.” As he spoke Charles inched ever closer.

“Are you injured? We’ve got a doctor here, someone who can help you....Will you let me help you?”

In the pictures and stuff from the media, from shield. He first looked ill and his eyes were bright blue but later on somehow he looked better yet his eyes were still blue but from time to time, there would be green flecks in his eyes but nobody noticed. Sometimes he walked quietly stiffly and other times he didn’t, Clint was probably the one who got the closest to him while under the control.

Loki noticed him and internally groaned, he then shook his head as he felt something “Stay out of my head!”he hissed and glared at them before waving them off “I’ll be gone soon” He then rolled his eyes “Why would you want to help me?? I saw that flicker of recognition believe it or not so instead of trying to trick me so you can call them, why don’t you leave me alone”

Loki’s mind was broken like a million pieces trying to put themselves back together and it’s poorly done. He had been under the mind control as well and previously tortured by the chitauri and their true leader Thanos, he just took the fall pretty much because nobody would believe the God of Lies who had not be so stable before he disappeared from the Bifrost.

Despite the mans cold disposition towards the idea of his help, Charles knew Loki wasn’t in any condition to walk off the school grounds. For the safety of both his students and the injured man, it would be best to take him into the school until he figured out just what to do.

“I haven’t decided if turning you in is the best option. Not everyone on earth has a glowing opinion of the avengers or their methods. I don’t know why you’ve done what you have, but....I am a firm believer of second chances.” Erik Lensher had killed many when Erik met him and got a time Charles had been able to bring out the good in him, change his views. It hadn’t lasted, but it was proof enough for him that people were capable of change no matter what the circumstances.

“Right now what you need is a doctor, I doubt the authorities or the avengers would provide you with one. You don’t need to trust me, but you should know this is your best option. Not even the avengers can find you here.” Something that had been necessary to keep his students safe and out of the hands of people like Nick Fury.

Charles reached out his hand, hoping the other man would take it so he could help him up and into the school.

He then laughed weakly “Second chances, that’s a joke. I’ll be sent back to Asgard to either rot in the dungeons for the four thousand years till I go mad and die or I’ll be executed by the axe.” He then looked at him and said “Thor will not stop looking for me, the thunder will come and I’m not fond of what follows. Anyway Heimdall knows where I am probably because he sees all unless you have some sort of an enchantment hiding your school from sight.”

Loki looked at the hand and then back at Charles like he didn’t really trust him, how many times had he been stabbed in the back and such?? His lip was busted and he had bruising along with a cut on his temple that was healing on its own due to his seidr. “I don’t trust you and I doubt you trust me, God of Lies remember?? My word can’t be trusted.”

Even if this man had committed atrocities he didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like that or locked in a cage. He could only imagine what that could do to the mind, even that of a god. “Heimdal? Hmmm. Well, I assure you he won’t have an easy time locating you here. I house a multitude of...gifted students. All the technology and magic in this world and others has yet to find them. Besides, this school is a sanctuary of sorts, we’ve had our fair share of fending of fending for those in need.”

“Heimdall sees and hears everything in the 9 realms, the gatekeeper and protector of Asgard. Never been too fond of me either, he’ll tell the AllFather and I’ll be taken back to Asgard. He has the AllSight, I could use my seidr to hide my presence if I wanted too.” The most powerful sorcerer was reduced to this pathetic mess, Odin was probably laughing at him, finally having a reason to get rid of him.

Loki sneered “He’s not my brother and he’s oaf is what he is, an idiot and Asgard’s Golden boy. I have many names” he tried to shrug off the man and move away because he didn’t need help. “I don’t need your pity or your charity” he snapped at him. Loki laughed “I’m not redeemable, I’m a monster. You really should do more research, I could kill you if I wanted too, I could wipe out an entire city.” They treated him like a monster so he went along with it since nobody will believe him otherwise especially not Odin. Loki was certainly full of self loathing and self destructive tendencies among other things.

He knew Loki was dangerous, but so were many of those he employed as well as his students. Anyone could be dangerous if they wnated to be.

“Kill me now if you’d like, wipe out my school, my students, every living and innocent being within the area.” He wouldn’t, or at least Charles hoped he wouldn’t. “But until you’re so, I’m taking you inside. You need to see a doctor, or at least get a bit of rest. I can’t imagine laying on the ground like you were was very comfortable anyway. Once you’re healed up, if you’d still like to kill me then go ahead. But for now, you’re coming inside with me to rest.”

“You’re lucky I don’t want to and that Thor isn’t here because he’s really the type to fight first and ask questions later, he threw me out of the helicarrier when it was hundreds or thousands feet up in the air. He was so mad really and that stupid hammer of his, that’s pretty much the only thing that he uses.”

Loki then shrugged “My comfort usually at the top of things that people care about, I got smashed around by the hulk which felt lovely really among other things that had happened.” He managed to walk even though it was quite painful and he hid the limp or atleast tried too, his body was stiff yet guarded, his face was stoic and his emerald green eyes were hardened. “I’m only going because I want to, not because I don’t have any other choice and I can heal myself fine. I don’t need your help or midgardian ways of healing.”

“No doctor then, but I’d at least like to get you into a fresh set of clothing and a proper bed.” For the time being, his room would have to do as a space for Loki to reside in. Most rooms were taken or promised to incoming students.

The walk back wasn’t too far and Charles supported Loki as best he could. The students had been sent back to their rooms and the school was maitly quiet, Charles taking Loki to the faculty rooming and towards his room.

As the door swang open he spoke. “It isn’t much, but the room should be comfortable enough. If you’re hungry I can go and get you something to eat as well. The cooks we’ve employed aren’t too bad.” Quite good for school food.

“I’m not removing my clothes, they stay on, and your midgardian wear is very thing and easy torn off. I prefer wearing my own clothes” he had several layers plus armor on. His helmet was missing but he could use his seidr to bring it back if they haven’t done anything to it yet. Well once his seidr is back to him fully, he managed to keep them from using it with layer after layer of spell, he also prevented them from accessing most of his memories to protect Asgard and Mother.

“I’m not hungry or tired either” He wasn’t that stupid, if he survived this long then he could go on without any. The risk of poison or attack was too great in this unfamiliar place. Loki still didn’t really trust this man or his so called students.

“If you don’t wish to sleep or eat then I’ll keep you company for the time being.” With the schooling on hold he had a bit of free time to spare. Managing the school could be done by other faculty for the time being.

Of course, Charles understood why Loki didn’t want to sleep or eat. He didn’t feel safe, something Charles could understand. He was in a strange place on a planet he had just attacked.

“My students won’t harm you and I won’t either, but I do understand your hesitance.” He paused. “If at some point you’d like to try and rest today, I can stay here if it wouod make you any more comfortable. I don’t have any weapons and I truly mean you no harm so long as you refrain from harming my students and staff.” However, Charles doubted his spoken word would be all that convincing.

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to upset you.” Hesitantly, Charles sat up, keeping his expression calm and ignoring the glass beginning to cut into his skin. It was everywhere and Charles didn’t exactly have attire to withstand glass shards everywhere.

Despite the pain, Charles used his hands to push himself up, and in oke swift movement he propelled himself towards Loki, practically colliding into the man and placing his hand at the back base of his neck. “This won’t hurt, my friend. You yet calm down.” Usually Charles wouldn’t do something like this with someone so volatile and without permission, but drastic actions had to be taken to ensure the safety of his students.

“I’ve linked my mind to your own, you’ll now know everything crossing my mind, no matter the distance. If at anytime I make a move to hurt you or wish you any ill will, you will know.” Charles knew it wasn’t what the other had wanted, but in the moment it was all he could think to do.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help.” Ans Charles meant every word if it. Loki should at least be able to sense his sincerity with the connection. “I’ve no access to your mind, it is still your own. You’ve got all the access you’d like to mine, it and I am at your mercy.” Hopefully it would bring some sort of comfort.

Hesitantly, Charles once again began moving forward, knowing full well that Loki was more than capable of gravely injuring or killing him. Even so, he felt no fear of the man, only concern and want to help.

Now within arms reach, Charles moved carefully, placing his hand between the wall and Loki’s head, blood quickly beginning to trickle down the wall from the injuries on his hand. “I know you didn’t ask for this, I’m sorry. It will be undone in time, but I need you to know I truly mean no harm.”

“You’re right, I don’t know, but I’m trying to understand. No matter any of it, you don’t deserve death.” Everyone was redeemable in Charles eyes.

At the attempts to push him away, Charles simply released his grip, moving instead to sit beside the man. He wouldn’t give up so easily. Against the wall, next to Loki. He was close enough for their shoulders to be touching, bringing his own knees up and resting his head on them, facing towards the other man.

“why do you care so much?! I’m fine, my seidr will heal my wounds, go take care of yourself.” He had been through hell and back then used a scapegoat and pretty much roughed up along with killing people. He couldn’t be redeemed, he was done for really, his life was ruined, and there was no chance that he could turn around.

He then wiggles his fingers towards Charles and a green mist surrounded the telepath, the pain was fading away as the skin started to knit back together, glass expelling from his body as well but it made Loki weaker and he could barely stay awake. “You midgardians call it magic I believe.” His words were starting to slur and his head felt real heavy.

As the other dozed off, he watched, wondering jsut how he was going to get Loki over to the bed. It would be...difficult. Knowing he wasn’t strong enough to lift another person, Charles quietly got up and made his way over to the bed, grabbing a few pillows as well as the comforter and a few blankets. He then went over the Loki, clearing the glass away from around the man and making a bed in the floor, using the large comforter as a padding to lay on. He placed the pillows next before hesitantly beginning to maneuver Loki onto the blanket before covering him up with the rest of the lighter blankets.

Once that was done Charles began to quietly clean up the glass, knowing full well he’d have to get the windows fixed the next day. Luckily with the technology they had as well as the mutha by a, it wouldn’t take long at all.

Loki would jerk and twitch in his sleep, working up a cold sweat, moaning like he was in pain too. And it eventually got worse and worse that he could wake up the entire school with his screams. His body shaking but he wasn’t having a seizure or anything, it seemed to fully out of fear and when Charles tried to wake him up, he attacked the man, somehow managing to pin him to the ground with a knife in his hand to Charles’s throat.

“Loki, I’m not going to harm you.” He said softly, eyes not leaving the mans face. “I’m sorry if I startled you, you were having a nightmare.” Hopefully the other would calm, but Charles honestly couldn’t be too sure right now. He’d simply have to remain still and hope for the best.

Loki then groaned as his body started to ache to remind him of his injuries that he still had. His body started to cave in and shake like he was about to collapse on Charles, he was barely holding himself together with whatever strength he had left. Loki certainly wasn’t a threat because he was too distracted and Charles could grab the knife or make Loki out it down. “Bastard” he gasps and his hand jerked slightly like he wanted to grab at something.

Noticing just how bad a shape Loki seemed to be in, Charles quickly moved to grab the knife, tugging it from the others hand before tossing it aside. He wanted to be clear he wasn’t a threat.

The day was normal, students going about their classes, honing their abilities to become the heroes Charles knee they could be. At least, it had started out that way.

Charles was sitting at his desk when suddenly he felt it, his students were frantic and as if on cue Hank burst into his office in an obvious panic. He wasn’t explaining well in his current but from what Charles could gather their was someone on the property, someone dangerous. After telling Hank to have the students retire to their rooms, classes cut short, he quickly headed out onto the grounds to see just who it was that had started the panic.

His pace was hurried, rushing into the surrounding woods. It didn’t take long to locate the intruder, sensing his mind’s presence. It cools be anyone, Erik Lensher wasn’t a possibility, the man wouldn’t hide in the woods like this. His mind was racing with the possibilities, but as he approached and found the mysterious figure Charles found himself floored by who he found.

The man, if he could be called that, was easily recognizable. After all, his face had been plastered over the news the passed few days, the leader of an earth invasion.

Though hesitant at first, Charles did approach, eyeing him cautiously. He was weakened, that much was obvious, probably badly hurt or god only knew what else.

There were many things Charles knew he should do, contact the avengers being one of them. However, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the heroes, though they had the public’s best interest at heart....he doubted they’d have the same compassion towards someone like this. Though these were worries for a later time, right now his only concern was the safety of his students and the health of this man.

“You’re on private property.” As he spoke Charles inched ever closer.

“Are you injured? We’ve got a doctor here, someone who can help you....Will you let me help you?”

In the pictures and stuff from the media, from shield. He first looked ill and his eyes were bright blue but later on somehow he looked better yet his eyes were still blue but from time to time, there would be green flecks in his eyes but nobody noticed. Sometimes he walked quietly stiffly and other times he didn’t, Clint was probably the one who got the closest to him while under the control.

Loki noticed him and internally groaned, he then shook his head as he felt something “Stay out of my head!”he hissed and glared at them before waving them off “I’ll be gone soon” He then rolled his eyes “Why would you want to help me?? I saw that flicker of recognition believe it or not so instead of trying to trick me so you can call them, why don’t you leave me alone”

Loki’s mind was broken like a million pieces trying to put themselves back together and it’s poorly done. He had been under the mind control as well and previously tortured by the chitauri and their true leader Thanos, he just took the fall pretty much because nobody would believe the God of Lies who had not be so stable before he disappeared from the Bifrost.

Despite the mans cold disposition towards the idea of his help, Charles knew Loki wasn’t in any condition to walk off the school grounds. For the safety of both his students and the injured man, it would be best to take him into the school until he figured out just what to do.

“I haven’t decided if turning you in is the best option. Not everyone on earth has a glowing opinion of the avengers or their methods. I don’t know why you’ve done what you have, but....I am a firm believer of second chances.” Erik Lensher had killed many when Erik met him and got a time Charles had been able to bring out the good in him, change his views. It hadn’t lasted, but it was proof enough for him that people were capable of change no matter what the circumstances.

“Right now what you need is a doctor, I doubt the authorities or the avengers would provide you with one. You don’t need to trust me, but you should know this is your best option. Not even the avengers can find you here.” Something that had been necessary to keep his students safe and out of the hands of people like Nick Fury.

Charles reached out his hand, hoping the other man would take it so he could help him up and into the school.

He then laughed weakly “Second chances, that’s a joke. I’ll be sent back to Asgard to either rot in the dungeons for the four thousand years till I go mad and die or I’ll be executed by the axe.” He then looked at him and said “Thor will not stop looking for me, the thunder will come and I’m not fond of what follows. Anyway Heimdall knows where I am probably because he sees all unless you have some sort of an enchantment hiding your school from sight.”

Loki looked at the hand and then back at Charles like he didn’t really trust him, how many times had he been stabbed in the back and such?? His lip was busted and he had bruising along with a cut on his temple that was healing on its own due to his seidr. “I don’t trust you and I doubt you trust me, God of Lies remember?? My word can’t be trusted.”

Even if this man had committed atrocities he didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like that or locked in a cage. He could only imagine what that could do to the mind, even that of a god. “Heimdal? Hmmm. Well, I assure you he won’t have an easy time locating you here. I house a multitude of...gifted students. All the technology and magic in this world and others has yet to find them. Besides, this school is a sanctuary of sorts, we’ve had our fair share of fending of fending for those in need.”

“Heimdall sees and hears everything in the 9 realms, the gatekeeper and protector of Asgard. Never been too fond of me either, he’ll tell the AllFather and I’ll be taken back to Asgard. He has the AllSight, I could use my seidr to hide my presence if I wanted too.” The most powerful sorcerer was reduced to this pathetic mess, Odin was probably laughing at him, finally having a reason to get rid of him.

Loki sneered “He’s not my brother and he’s oaf is what he is, an idiot and Asgard’s Golden boy. I have many names” he tried to shrug off the man and move away because he didn’t need help. “I don’t need your pity or your charity” he snapped at him. Loki laughed “I’m not redeemable, I’m a monster. You really should do more research, I could kill you if I wanted too, I could wipe out an entire city.” They treated him like a monster so he went along with it since nobody will believe him otherwise especially not Odin. Loki was certainly full of self loathing and self destructive tendencies among other things.

He knew Loki was dangerous, but so were many of those he employed as well as his students. Anyone could be dangerous if they wnated to be.

“Kill me now if you’d like, wipe out my school, my students, every living and innocent being within the area.” He wouldn’t, or at least Charles hoped he wouldn’t. “But until you’re so, I’m taking you inside. You need to see a doctor, or at least get a bit of rest. I can’t imagine laying on the ground like you were was very comfortable anyway. Once you’re healed up, if you’d still like to kill me then go ahead. But for now, you’re coming inside with me to rest.”

“You’re lucky I don’t want to and that Thor isn’t here because he’s really the type to fight first and ask questions later, he threw me out of the helicarrier when it was hundreds or thousands feet up in the air. He was so mad really and that stupid hammer of his, that’s pretty much the only thing that he uses.”

Loki then shrugged “My comfort usually at the top of things that people care about, I got smashed around by the hulk which felt lovely really among other things that had happened.” He managed to walk even though it was quite painful and he hid the limp or atleast tried too, his body was stiff yet guarded, his face was stoic and his emerald green eyes were hardened. “I’m only going because I want to, not because I don’t have any other choice and I can heal myself fine. I don’t need your help or midgardian ways of healing.”

“No doctor then, but I’d at least like to get you into a fresh set of clothing and a proper bed.” For the time being, his room would have to do as a space for Loki to reside in. Most rooms were taken or promised to incoming students.

The walk back wasn’t too far and Charles supported Loki as best he could. The students had been sent back to their rooms and the school was maitly quiet, Charles taking Loki to the faculty rooming and towards his room.

As the door swang open he spoke. “It isn’t much, but the room should be comfortable enough. If you’re hungry I can go and get you something to eat as well. The cooks we’ve employed aren’t too bad.” Quite good for school food.

“I’m not removing my clothes, they stay on, and your midgardian wear is very thing and easy torn off. I prefer wearing my own clothes” he had several layers plus armor on. His helmet was missing but he could use his seidr to bring it back if they haven’t done anything to it yet. Well once his seidr is back to him fully, he managed to keep them from using it with layer after layer of spell, he also prevented them from accessing most of his memories to protect Asgard and Mother.

“I’m not hungry or tired either” He wasn’t that stupid, if he survived this long then he could go on without any. The risk of poison or attack was too great in this unfamiliar place. Loki still didn’t really trust this man or his so called students.

“If you don’t wish to sleep or eat then I’ll keep you company for the time being.” With the schooling on hold he had a bit of free time to spare. Managing the school could be done by other faculty for the time being.

Of course, Charles understood why Loki didn’t want to sleep or eat. He didn’t feel safe, something Charles could understand. He was in a strange place on a planet he had just attacked.

“My students won’t harm you and I won’t either, but I do understand your hesitance.” He paused. “If at some point you’d like to try and rest today, I can stay here if it wouod make you any more comfortable. I don’t have any weapons and I truly mean you no harm so long as you refrain from harming my students and staff.” However, Charles doubted his spoken word would be all that convincing.

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to upset you.” Hesitantly, Charles sat up, keeping his expression calm and ignoring the glass beginning to cut into his skin. It was everywhere and Charles didn’t exactly have attire to withstand glass shards everywhere.

Despite the pain, Charles used his hands to push himself up, and in oke swift movement he propelled himself towards Loki, practically colliding into the man and placing his hand at the back base of his neck. “This won’t hurt, my friend. You yet calm down.” Usually Charles wouldn’t do something like this with someone so volatile and without permission, but drastic actions had to be taken to ensure the safety of his students.

“I’ve linked my mind to your own, you’ll now know everything crossing my mind, no matter the distance. If at anytime I make a move to hurt you or wish you any ill will, you will know.” Charles knew it wasn’t what the other had wanted, but in the moment it was all he could think to do.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help.” Ans Charles meant every word if it. Loki should at least be able to sense his sincerity with the connection. “I’ve no access to your mind, it is still your own. You’ve got all the access you’d like to mine, it and I am at your mercy.” Hopefully it would bring some sort of comfort.

Hesitantly, Charles once again began moving forward, knowing full well that Loki was more than capable of gravely injuring or killing him. Even so, he felt no fear of the man, only concern and want to help.

Now within arms reach, Charles moved carefully, placing his hand between the wall and Loki’s head, blood quickly beginning to trickle down the wall from the injuries on his hand. “I know you didn’t ask for this, I’m sorry. It will be undone in time, but I need you to know I truly mean no harm.”

“You’re right, I don’t know, but I’m trying to understand. No matter any of it, you don’t deserve death.” Everyone was redeemable in Charles eyes.

At the attempts to push him away, Charles simply released his grip, moving instead to sit beside the man. He wouldn’t give up so easily. Against the wall, next to Loki. He was close enough for their shoulders to be touching, bringing his own knees up and resting his head on them, facing towards the other man.

“why do you care so much?! I’m fine, my seidr will heal my wounds, go take care of yourself.” He had been through hell and back then used a scapegoat and pretty much roughed up along with killing people. He couldn’t be redeemed, he was done for really, his life was ruined, and there was no chance that he could turn around.

He then wiggles his fingers towards Charles and a green mist surrounded the telepath, the pain was fading away as the skin started to knit back together, glass expelling from his body as well but it made Loki weaker and he could barely stay awake. “You midgardians call it magic I believe.” His words were starting to slur and his head felt real heavy.

As the other dozed off, he watched, wondering jsut how he was going to get Loki over to the bed. It would be...difficult. Knowing he wasn’t strong enough to lift another person, Charles quietly got up and made his way over to the bed, grabbing a few pillows as well as the comforter and a few blankets. He then went over the Loki, clearing the glass away from around the man and making a bed in the floor, using the large comforter as a padding to lay on. He placed the pillows next before hesitantly beginning to maneuver Loki onto the blanket before covering him up with the rest of the lighter blankets.

Once that was done Charles began to quietly clean up the glass, knowing full well he’d have to get the windows fixed the next day. Luckily with the technology they had as well as the mutha by a, it wouldn’t take long at all.

Loki would jerk and twitch in his sleep, working up a cold sweat, moaning like he was in pain too. And it eventually got worse and worse that he could wake up the entire school with his screams. His body shaking but he wasn’t having a seizure or anything, it seemed to fully out of fear and when Charles tried to wake him up, he attacked the man, somehow managing to pin him to the ground with a knife in his hand to Charles’s throat.

“Loki, I’m not going to harm you.” He said softly, eyes not leaving the mans face. “I’m sorry if I startled you, you were having a nightmare.” Hopefully the other would calm, but Charles honestly couldn’t be too sure right now. He’d simply have to remain still and hope for the best.

The kiss brought a small smile to charles face and suddenly he didn’t feel nearly as frightened as he’d been just minutes earlier. Accepting the help Charles nodded.

“I’m a part of the group.” He said softly, echoing the phrase in attempts to convince himself of it. He didn’t quite believe it just yet, but he was trying.

As they’d entered the mess hall Charles has intended on being the one to speak, but as he’d looked around at everyone fear for the better of him. He stood there, unable to think of what to even say.

“I uhm….there was a man, outside the fence earlier.” He said softly, unsure if anyone was even listening.

Daryl hadn’t expected Charles to speak up, and the others clearly hadn’t either. He’d been so quiet all week, only chatting with people one on one maybe, or when a question was aimed straight at him. He could see their expressions change from being startled at that to being startled by the actual words.

Carl, a touch more eager than wary, spoke up first: “You mean a living person?”

“Caught a glimpse of him too,” Daryl agreed, jumping in before Charles could get bombarded. “Didn’t seem like he was plannin’ to attack right now. Just… scopin’ us out.”

“For another group?” Glenn’s mind was on Woodbury, Daryl could tell, and Daryl wasn’t sure whether he should let that thought lie or push against it. Hell, for all he knew this Erik guy was living at Woodbury. He shrugged.

“We can’t really be sure, but...he did look like he might be back.” And Charles wanted so badly to tell them to stay away from him, Erik was dangerous. However, he couldn’t bring himself to admit to the group that he knew who it had been. They wouldn’t trust him ever if they found out, but Charles knew how dangerous erik could be. They couldn’t jsut shoot him on sight, it would miss most likely.

The words had Charles smiling, closing his eyes and leaning into Daryl’s touch.

“I know, I’m sorry. If he does ever come around and I see him I won’t hesitate to tell you.” Because he could trust Daryl. Besides, he wasn’t dumb enough to believe erik was a threat. He most certainly was a threat, Charles jsut wasn’t sure if it was only himself at risk or the group at large.

“I-I’d like you go with you to tell them. If that’s alright?”

“’Course.” A quick kiss, thoughtless, and then Daryl was pushing up, helping Charles to his feet. He was getting careless about that kind of thing: kissing. Soft touches. Careless or… maybe just comfortable. Not comfortable enough to go ‘round locking lips in front of everyone. But maybe comfortable enough to touch him sometimes without glancing around first.

“Speak up if you feel like, or keep your mouth shut.” He turned, slipping his hand free, and took a few steps out into the main block. Then, hesitating, glancing back: “S’good you’re comin’. You’re part a the group. Gotta start tellin’ yourself that.”

“I’m a part of the group.” He said softly, echoing the phrase in attempts to convince himself of it. He didn’t quite believe it just yet, but he was trying.

As they’d entered the mess hall Charles has intended on being the one to speak, but as he’d looked around at everyone fear for the better of him. He stood there, unable to think of what to even say.

Charles wasn’t so sure, he didn’t want the others knowing.

“I-Okay.” He couldn’t disagree, the safety of the group was important and Daryl was giving him time to explain the situation. He was sure the others would be upset once they learned jsut why Charles was afraid and had kept it from them. For now though, he couldn’t tell them, it was too fresh.

“I don’t know if I should be the one to even tell them I saw anyone. I…I think it should come from you, they’re more comfortable around you.” And Charles wasn’t sure he would be able to get it out without panicking in front of them all. He didn’t care if they knew he saw someone, he jsut didn’t think he could explain it knowing full well who it was and he was keeping It from them.

He could argue, but it wasn’t the kind of point worth pushing. The news would be the same news coming from him, and it was barely a lie anyway. He had seen the guy. Just wouldn’t mention Charles had too.

“I know, I’m sorry. If he does ever come around and I see him I won’t hesitate to tell you.” Because he could trust Daryl. Besides, he wasn’t dumb enough to believe erik was a threat. He most certainly was a threat, Charles jsut wasn’t sure if it was only himself at risk or the group at large.

Oh. He hadn’t thought about that. Of course Daryl cared about his group, but he cared about Charles as well.

For a moment he let himself go calm, leaning into the touch.

“I hadn’t thought about it like that, Daryl. All I’m concerned with is your safety and the groups. I can’t pretend I know what erik will do, but I know staying away from him is going to be the safest option for this group, myself included. If he comes around again,” when, “I won’t stop you. If anything I’ll go with you. But right now, please don’t go after him.”

It went against every one of Daryl’s instincts. Sitting still while a threat lurked out there, waiting to hurt someone he cared about. But this was Charles’ scar, same way the whole mess with Merle was Daryl’s. He couldn’t force Charles to deal with it. ‘Least not ‘til it got worse.

One thing he was sure of, though.

“I-Okay.” He couldn’t disagree, the safety of the group was important and Daryl was giving him time to explain the situation. He was sure the others would be upset once they learned jsut why Charles was afraid and had kept it from them. For now though, he couldn’t tell them, it was too fresh.

“I can’t even be sure he’s followed me very long.” If erik had somehow gathered other mutants then they wouldn’t have any problem finding Charles, all he needed was one person with the ability.

“He wouldn’t do anything so soon. Erik…it’s like a game of cat and mouse for him. He’s always enjoyed the hunt. But he keeps others out of it for the most part, unless they get in the way. The safest thing for you and your group may be not knowing, or in your case pretending he isn’t there.” It wasn’t a certain thing, but it was all Charles could think to do.

“I’ve known erik for years, and if he’s here for anything it’s going to be me.” More like his ability, Erik didn’t give a shit about him. “And as long as your group is none the wiser, he wouldn’t lay a hand on them.”

There was some faint bit of relief, a loosening in Daryl’s gut, at the idea that the others probably wouldn’t be catching some stray bullet off this. It was a ghost of a feeling, though, did barely anything to ease the tension screaming through him.

And the sheer shock at exactly how damn much Charles didn’t get it.

He shook his head, dropping his hand off his bow, and leaned in, cupping the other man’s cheek. It was important Charles knew. (How the hell didn’t Charles know?)

For a moment he let himself go calm, leaning into the touch.

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Charles sighed. He knew Loki didn’t believe they’d protect him, but Charles wasn’t one to simply give people over. No one deserved death or torture.

As the other dozed off, he watched, wondering jsut how he was going to get Loki over to the bed. It would be...difficult. Knowing he wasn’t strong enough to lift another person, Charles quietly got up and made his way over to the bed, grabbing a few pillows as well as the comforter and a few blankets. He then went over the Loki, clearing the glass away from around the man and making a bed in the floor, using the large comforter as a padding to lay on. He placed the pillows next before hesitantly beginning to maneuver Loki onto the blanket before covering him up with the rest of the lighter blankets.

Once that was done Charles began to quietly clean up the glass, knowing full well he’d have to get the windows fixed the next day. Luckily with the technology they had as well as the mutha by a, it wouldn’t take long at all.

Loki’s face was gaunt, you could see it in his cheeks and partially in his neck along with whatever peaked out of the collar of his clothes, his hands and fingers were spindly. They also looked like they had previous fractures in them and they twitched as he slept. His hair had appeared nicely before but now looked like it was actually matted underneath and had just been slicked back to hide it.

Later on in the night, Loki began twist and turn, making unpleasant noises before full on screaming which would of broken the windows if they weren’t broken already. Things were already knocked over as well and Loki was sweating, a cold sweat, the blankets had been kicked off.

Hesitantly, Charles spoke, not wanting to spook the other. “Loki?” He kept his voice soft, hoping the other wouldn’t react adversely. “It’s ok, you’re safe.” It was all he could think to say, not wanting to give the other nay sort of physical comfort for fear of startling him further.

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Charles sighed. He knew Loki didn’t believe they’d protect him, but Charles wasn’t one to simply give people over. No one deserved death or torture.

As the other dozed off, he watched, wondering jsut how he was going to get Loki over to the bed. It would be...difficult. Knowing he wasn’t strong enough to lift another person, Charles quietly got up and made his way over to the bed, grabbing a few pillows as well as the comforter and a few blankets. He then went over the Loki, clearing the glass away from around the man and making a bed in the floor, using the large comforter as a padding to lay on. He placed the pillows next before hesitantly beginning to maneuver Loki onto the blanket before covering him up with the rest of the lighter blankets.

Once that was done Charles began to quietly clean up the glass, knowing full well he’d have to get the windows fixed the next day. Luckily with the technology they had as well as the mutha by a, it wouldn’t take long at all.

Loki’s face was gaunt, you could see it in his cheeks and partially in his neck along with whatever peaked out of the collar of his clothes, his hands and fingers were spindly. They also looked like they had previous fractures in them and they twitched as he slept. His hair had appeared nicely before but now looked like it was actually matted underneath and had just been slicked back to hide it.

Later on in the night, Loki began twist and turn, making unpleasant noises before full on screaming which would of broken the windows if they weren’t broken already. Things were already knocked over as well and Loki was sweating, a cold sweat, the blankets had been kicked off.

Hesitantly, Charles spoke, not wanting to spook the other. “Loki?” He kept his voice soft, hoping the other wouldn’t react adversely. “It’s ok, you’re safe.” It was all he could think to say, not wanting to give the other nay sort of physical comfort for fear of startling him further.

With the grip on his shirt Charles started to panic. Was Daryl mad at him? Of coirse he would be, he’d heard jsut a bit of how unstable Erik was, he wouldn’t want a man like that bear his group.

However, at mention of going after him Charles was quick to grab his arm.

“N-No, you can’t.” Those arrows wouldn’t do shit to Erik, he knew that. “He’s likely gone by now, I doubt he’d stick around long now that…” now that he knew where Charles was.

“You don’t understand. Erik…you wouldn’t stand a chance against him. Please Daryl, don’t leave me.”

Some deep, defensive part of Daryl bristled at that –– the hell? Charles didn’t think Daryl could defend himself in a fight? –– but he bit down on it. This asshole’d hurt Charles, bad. Charles was living in fear of him. Of course he’d be scared about someone else staring him down. Being worried… if anything, that meant Charles cared.

But Daryl cared too, and that’s why he couldn’t just drop this.

“Hey. He followed you all the way out here, means he wants somethin’. He ain’t just gonna drop all that on a dime.” Maybe he wouldn’t attack, maybe he was just happy lurking for now, but there was no way Charles would ever be safe outside the fences –– hell, outside the building –– with that asshole out there.

But Charles had asked Daryl not to leave him.

He swallowed, gaze dropping to where Charles’ hand gripped Daryl’s arm.

“He wouldn’t do anything so soon. Erik...it’s like a game of cat and mouse for him. He’s always enjoyed the hunt. But he keeps others out of it for the most part, unless they get in the way. The safest thing for you and your group may be not knowing, or in your case pretending he isn’t there.” It wasn’t a certain thing, but it was all Charles could think to do.

Charles was hesitant, unsure of what to even say. “Do you…do you remeber the man I told you about? The one who…shot me?” It hurt to even say, not because he still dwelled on it, but because seeing the man again had opened old wounds.

“There was someone outside the fence and impossible as it should have been, it was him. It was erik. He’s found me.”

Saying it aloud made it much more real and Charles took a deep breath, eyes faking shut. He didn’t know what to do or say or even think.

A numb sort of buzz hit, shock sparking to anger. Daryl’s hand fell to twist through Charles’ shirt.

“That was… ages back. Before.” Impossible felt like the word. How the hell’d someone from a lifetime ago managed to track Charles down here? Part of him wondered if it was real, if Charles had seen what he’d seen. But Daryl’d seen it too, hadn’t he? The way that guy’d looked toward the prison, toward Charles… that hadn’t been the eyes of a stranger.

However, at mention of going after him Charles was quick to grab his arm.

“N-No, you can’t.” Those arrows wouldn’t do shit to Erik, he knew that. “He’s likely gone by now, I doubt he’d stick around long now that...” now that he knew where Charles was.

Daryl had seen something. Of course Daryl had seen something. Charles knew he should have been more careful, less suspicious, but seeing erik so suddenly and out of the blue had been terrifying.

His first instinct was to lie, but he didn’t know if that was really going to be the best option. He trusted Daryl and he wanted to show that.

“No…no I’m not.” He said softly, bribing his hand up to shakily run his fingers through his hair. “Not in the slightest.”

Seeing that stranger’d shaken Charles up a hell of a lot more than it should’ve. Charles was skittish around people in general but not… hide in some dark corner, quaking skittish. How he was acting didn’t make any kind of sense, unless that guy he’d seen wasn’t a stranger.

“There was someone outside the fence and impossible as it should have been, it was him. It was erik. He’s found me.”